Finding Me
She's starring at a face that she doesn't recognize,
wondering who she's suppose to be.
No one ever really caring, always misunderstood,
footprints make up the shell of who she was.
She's wishing to be someone else, someone better,
trying to find her way out.
Will anyone ever understand her pain?
Or will she spend her days walking back and forth searching?
She lost all will power to go forward and make a better life,
been torn to shreds by a pack of wolves.
Desperately twisting and turning to pick up the pieces,
of who she knows she once was.
She's losing momentum each day that passes her by,
I watch her slipping away.
Hopefully one day she'll wake up and this will all just be a dream,
a distant, faded memory of something so obscene.
- January 23rd, 2006